My memories of Kimberly are best encapsulated in this opening paragraph from her story -- I remember the first time reading this story, roaring with laughter throughout. I'm so glad she shared her gift for writing with us!

You can find the full story printed in the 2005 SiWC Anthology, but here is a little taste:

From: LAKE KON-SEE-KWENTS: A CAUTIONARY TALE

by Kimberly Joy Lambert

Rhoda sits in the passenger seat of the Hummer, her hands fluttering above the gun in her lap as if it is a spitting cat. “Hail Mary, full of grace,” she begins.
“You’re not Catholic,” I snap, jerking the wheel to avoid a pothole.
“I know, but right now I wish I was. Jews don’t have confession.”
We are driving to my cabin on Lake Kon-See-Kwents to shoot my husband. Dick and I have been married for twenty-two years and he is cheating on me. I know what you’ll say: it’s just a mid-life thing, all men do it, and it’s not that big a deal. Well, all men belch, too, and I don’t think that’s okay, either—although I wouldn’t shoot them for belching. Probably.